we blew up a fish.
We shoved a bottle rocket into its respiring mouth and lit it.When it didn't die,
Or winter break.
They were summer specific.
Mostly.I can still smell the cool night air and hear the conversations that lived vibrantly without me while the moon rose and my eyes flickered until it faded away.
- to be published by Untoward
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I always want to blow up in productive/exciting way but always end up fading out before it happens.